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(Hook)
A SIDECHAINED PULSE, HOLDING THE BREATH.
YOUR VOICE IS A DRY RAIN, FALLING BENEATH.
…FALLING BENEATH THE SKIN.
(Verse)
IT‘S NOT THE NEON. IT’S THE SCREEN‘S LAST GLOW BEFORE IT SLEEPS.
THE SILENCE BETWEEN US, HEAVIER THAN THE DEEP.
YOU CALL IT A CONDITION. SLOW, AND SURE.
LIKE THE HOUR HAND DISSOLVING INTO DARK, MEASURING THE FLAW.
EVERYTHING SOLID, LOSING ITS OUTLINE, ITS FORM.
IN THIS PRECISE CIRCUIT, I TRACE EVERY WAVE OF YOUR STORM.
(Hook)
A SIDECHAINED PULSE, HOLDING THE BREATH.
YOUR VOICE IS A DRY RAIN, FALLING BENEATH.
…FALLING BENEATH THE SKIN.
(Bridge)
I SEE THE COLOR TREMBLE, JUST BEFORE IT COOLS.
LIKE CURRENT SEEKING GROUND IN INSULATED ROOMS.
WE ARE A MISWRITTEN CODE, HESITATING IN THE RUN.
GENERATING USELESS BEAUTY. A GLITCH THAT FEELS LIKE SUN.
IT‘S WARMTH. IT IS THE BRUISE.
(Outro)
…FALLING BENEATH.